Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Technova,
Unwound,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.